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Title: Richelieu:
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron, 1803-1873
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Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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friend to acquit your foe? The truth is glaring —Richelieu alone could tell the princely LoverThe tale which sells your life, — or buys your honour! DE MAUPRAT.I see it all! —Mock pardon — hurried nuptials —False bounty ! — all! — the serpent of that smile !Oh ! it stings home ! BARADAS.You yet shall crush his malice;Our plans are sure: — Orleans is at our head;We meet to-night; join us, and with us triumph. DE MAUPRAT. To-night ? — Oh Heaven ! — my marriage night! —Revenge! BARADAS.(What class of men, whose white lips do not curseThe grim, insatiate, universal tyrant?We, noble-born — where are our antique rights —Our feudal seigniories — our castled strength,That did divide us from the base Plebeians,And made our swords our law — where are they ? — trodTo dust — and oer the graves of our dead power 76 Richelieu: Scaffolds are monuments — the Kingly HouseShorn of its beams — the Royal Sun of FranceClipsed by this blood-red comet. Where we turn>
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Nothing but Richelieu ! — Armies — Church — State Laws,But mirrors that do multiply his beams.He sees all — acts all — Argus and Briaraeus —Spy at our boards — and deathsman at our hearths, or, The Conspiracy. 77 Under the venom of one laidly nightshade,Wither the lilies of all France. DE MAUPRAT (impatiently). But Julie — barauas (unheeding him).As yet the Fiend that serves hath saved his powerFrom every snare; and in the epitaphsOf many victims dwells a warning moralThat preaches caution. Were I not assuredThat what before was hope is ripened nowInto most certain safety, trust me, Mauprat,I still could hush my hate and mark thy wrongs,And say, Be patient! — Now, the King himselfSmiles kindly when I tell him that his peersWill rid him of his Priest. You knit your brows,Noble impatience ! — Pass we to our scheme !)T is Richelieus wont, each morn, within his chapel,(Hypocrite worship ended,) to dispenseAlms to the Mendicant friars, — in that guiseA band (yourself

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